It's been a strange week.It's strange to feel every emotionthat human beings feel,all at once. I've decided to slow down,smile,and enjoy all of the greatthings coming my way,and all of the great thingsthat are coming to an end.

There are a lot ofbig changes happening in my life;and I'm goingthrough all of it alone. I'm about to leave a jobthat I have been comfortable at,and know everyone,to something brand new for me.I am almost moved into an apartment that I'll be paying for and living in by myself.I have never slept in an empty house.My boyfriend has never been goodat knowing how to support me,and I don't expect anything fromanyone. But I wish I wasn't going at allof this alone.I have almost no money inmy bank account,and almost no hair left in my bangs.August has been bitter sweet,I can only hope that Septembertreats me better.

Lately I find myselfwanting to talk about mytrichotillomania.I think I want to find someone elsethat knows what I'm going through.I have never talked about iton social media except one time.And someone thought I had anSTD simply because they wereuninformed. Embarrassed and ashamedI quickly deleted it.I shouldn't be ashamed.Or embarrassed.It's relevant. And real.

So, pretty much if you have trichor just want someone to talk toabout it,please comment or message me.I know that isn't what this website is for,But I feel most comfortable here. And you can too.

I wish I was brave enoughto share my struggle withtrichotillomania on social media,because maybe I'd find support.But I can't get past the feeling ofjust complaining or that no onewould care. Let alone understand. I've realized that the worsttrigger for me,is watching shampoo commercials.Because I know I'll never have hairlike that. Full, pretty, strong.It *****. And even as I'm writing thismy hand is in my hair,tugging away at the short strandsI have left. I feel hopeless,because I am losing.

When my world turnsupside down,you are the first one in line,waiting to pull me back up.My arms to cry in,and keep me from floating away.You tell me I'm beautifulwhen I'm a mess;even after I've spent the wholeafternoon pulling out my bangs.You see what I don't,but always end up making mesmile.I don't know how you do it.I am a tough one to *****.But I'm thankful.